"Uncle Gan, look at the young kids outside, they are all waiting. If we don't agree to the land sale, they won't make a fuss with us." The village committee secretary looked fat, but he was a versatile person.

Uncle Gan, this is a respected old man in their village. These people are his juniors. After all, they have to make the old man nodded in the matter of selling land.

"Yes, Uncle Gan, look, the children are waiting outside. If you buy this wasteland, the children can go to the city to celebrate the New Year." The village chief also came up and said patiently.

"Fuck, let's go to the city for the New Year? What's wrong with the village? Didn't you grow up in this village?" The old man looked angry and knocked on the ground with the crutches in his hand and cursed loudly.

"Don't you, and you, and your father and mother's graves are all on that mountain? If this land is sold, wouldn't you dig your father and mother's graves? You must prevent your father and mother from staying safe!"

"Uncle Gan, Mr. Zhuang's men said that they bought our land not for development, building houses and factories." The village committee secretary curled his lips, smiled bitterly, and said.

"Yes, although our place is next to Quancheng, the problem is that there are ridges everywhere, the road is difficult to move, and there is no development value at all. Building a house and repairing place here will definitely lose money. Mr. Zhuang also sent a message and would never touch the graves in our village." The village chief also quickly answered.

As the top and second-in-command in the village, they may have always been rivals, but for them, they have common interests, and they can benefit from the two. Under the guidance of interests, these two old rivals are rare to unite together.

"Hmph, since there is no development value, why should he buy our land? No profit can he get up early. How can he do a loss-making business? Since he is willing to spend a lot of money to buy our land, he will definitely be unhappy." The old man snorted coldly and said angrily.

The village chief and the village committee secretary were speechless for a moment. Yes, if the other party did not have any purpose, then why would he spend so much money and buy so much wasteland?

But after thinking about it, they couldn't figure out what valuable things are there in their wasteland?

Could it be that there is something hidden in this wasteland?

They also thought about this idea, but they quickly rejected it. They lived here for the rest of their lives and had never heard of any legend of treasures in this mountain ridge.

Just when the two were in a dilemma, the villagers who were guarding outside suddenly started to make a fuss. They looked outside and happened to see Mr. Zhao walking into the house surrounded by several bodyguards.

"Mr. Zhao, you are here." After seeing the bobcat coming in, a smile appeared on his face and greeted him one after another.

"Old village chief, old secretary, what's going on?" Bobcat shook hands with the village chief and secretary, and then asked.

"This..." The village committee secretary wanted to speak but stopped, glanced at the old Uncle Gan next to him, and couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

At this time, it was not only the village committee secretary who was anxious, but the other cadres in the room were also anxious. Last night, at the banquet, they heard from Mr. Zhao in front of them that they would bring money here today. As long as the contract was signed, they would pay the money on the spot, and they could get an additional 100,000 yuan.

Now looking at it, there are seven or eight black-clad bodyguards following Mr. Zhao, and they are all strong and healthy. At first glance, they are the kind of good kung fu practitioners.

Each of these bodyguards was carrying two large boxes in their hands. Needless to think about it, the box contained money. Conservatively, these dozen boxes were worth tens of millions.

This means that as long as you sign the letter here, they can become millionaires in a blink of an eye.

In a poor village like him and i, even if he works hard for the rest of his life, he will not be able to earn so much money.

The villagers outside the house stared at the boxes in the hands of the bodyguards. They also got the news. Looking at the boxes, they also knew that the boxes contained money.

There is a lot of money. As long as they sign a contract, the money will belong to them. From then on, they will become rich people.

"Village Chief, Secretary, sign quickly. We are still waiting to go to the city to see the house." Seeing the money, many people were already blushing, piled up at the door, staring at the village chief and secretary in a dilemma, urging anxiously.

"Yes, we are all quick, Mr. Zhao is very busy, and his time is very expensive."

"Uncle Gan, if you don't want to sell your own land, then you should keep it yourself, but your boss can't cut off our wealth. My eldest son is still waiting to buy a house and get married with this money."

Outside the village committee, more and more people gathered, and the noise became louder and louder. Some people who were anxious even shouted directly and pointed at Uncle Gan, who was sitting in the room.

"Get out, get out of here, you bastards who sell your ancestors." Hearing the words of these younger generations outside, Uncle Gan's heart was filled with anger, and he stood up with a trembling trembling pointing at the door, and cursing.

If he was the most respected elder in the village on weekdays, if he got angry, everyone would shrink his neck and dare not say anything. However, today, these younger generations outside seemed to have eaten the courage of a leopard, and were not afraid at all.

"Uncle Gan, hundreds of people in the village agreed to the land sale. You can't stop selling land because of you alone. Besides, the thousands of acres of wasteland around the village have no harvest. Now it's deserted. Instead of letting them stay deserted, it's better to sell it to Mr. Zhao." The person at the door was not afraid at all. He raised his neck and looked at Old Uncle Gan straight and shouted.

"Yes, Mr. Gan, now it is economic and social. Our village has been poor for a lifetime. We young people, because the village is poor, cannot get married. Now we have such a good opportunity. We will not miss it. No matter what, we have to sell the land. If you don't want to sell it, you will keep your more than ten acres of land and we will sell it." The young people in the village stopped working, and several leading young people even jumped out and shouted at the top of their voices.

"That's right, last year, our eldest son fell in love with a girl, but the girl's family thought our village was poor and finally ruined the marriage. For this matter, my eldest son was so angry that he went to the south to work. He has not come back yet. If he has money, the girls outside should not be able to endure it."

People gathered in the village outside, men, women, young and old, and every word they say, were determined to sell the land.

"Mr. Zhao, don't worry, others don't sell it. Let's sign a contract now. My family has twenty acres of land." He even had a quick mind and talked directly with the bobcat. Anyway, the land belongs to his own home. Even if his old Uncle Gan is highly respected in the village, he is not qualified to manage his own land.

"That's right, Mr. Zhao, let's sign the contract now. My family has thirty acres of land, and I will sell them all to you."
Chapter completed!